I’ve edited the text below from a post that’s been re shared dozens of times on my news feed to fit my perception. I know that there are a few out there that will get this.
Ever since I got my first motorcycle to getting my first Harley-Davidson, (Jim Wasdin) and then 43 years later been involved in my first and last real crash, I’d been told endless times, “it’s dangerous”, “you’ll get hurt”, “we don’t want anything to happen to you”, “it’s not worth it”, “you could DIE.”
Trust me, I know from experience.
I guarantee that I’ve thought about it more than anyone I’ve talked to that rides, has ridden, and doesn’t ride.
If I do die riding someday, know that I was the happiest I could’ve been, sweating like a pig, shivering from the cold, ass so sore that it felt like I had a crack running perpendicular to the natural one, enjoying what I love and what it gave my soul.
Those close to me know it’s much more than getting on two wheels and just how much it means to me.
What a lot of people don’t know is that so many memories are made, going on so many road trips, how freeing it is, making new friends, and one day sitting around you’ll have a moment where you think to yourself, “damn, I never would’ve thought I’d gain another family out of this.”
THE DREAM THAT MANY WILL NOT UNDERSTAND:
I bought a motorcycle out of desire and a personal dream.
One day when I am very old and cannot walk anymore, it will still be in my life as a trophy of my memories.
I’ve met people who taught me something and have the same spirit, and I met others that I’m glad I forgot.
I got soaked, I got cold, I felt warm, I was afraid, I fell, I hurt myself, I stood up, I laughed out loud into the wind.
I spoke a thousand times to myself, and I sang and shouted with joy like a madman.
I have seen wonderful places and lived unforgettable experiences.
I’ve taken curves that even Valentino Rossi would be proud of, other times I took curves with a clenched sphincter.
I’ve stopped hundreds of times to take in a landscape.
I’ve spoken with perfect strangers, and I almost forgot people that I see every day.
I’ve even seen my woman get up on the bar and dance with the younger girls like it was nothing.
I’ve rolled out with demons inside of me and rolled back in with a feeling of absolute peace in my heart.
As I said, I’ve at times thought how dangerous it is but, knowing that the meaning of courage is to advance even when feeling fear.
Every time I go up to the motorcycle I think about how wonderful it is that a machine could provide so many life altering experiences.
I’ve all but stopped talking to those who don’t understand, they can’t and never will understand.
I’ve learned through gestures to communicate with other riders – and cagers.
At one time in my youthful arrogance I thought that I’d invented it.
I spent money that I did not have, gave up many things, but all these things are not worth a moment without a putt under my butt.
It’s not merely a means of transport or a piece of iron with wheels, it’s a part of my soul and my spirit.
If someone were to say to me, “You have to sell your motorcycle and you have to become a more serious person”. I scoff, turn my head and grin, because I’m about as serious a person as I’m ever going to be.
Only a person who loves and needs them to be who and what they truly are, understands that.
God bless all riders and their unique choice of life’s perspective.
The adventure continues.
If you so choose, I don’t care, copy the text and post it with your picture.